"I Failed Out of Medical School After 5 Years, but I Don’t Regret It. I’ve moved on." - Iniobong Geoffrey.

What does failure mean to people, and how do they handle it? Zikoko seeks to understand this by telling the stories of everyday Nigerians and their experiences with failure in different aspects of life. This is a limited weekly series.

I was looking to speak with people with a history of academic brilliance who have, at one point or another, faced failure in school when I found Ini’s tweet. In this story, he talks about failing for the first time in his life in medical school, spending 12 years in university and why he’s no longer scared of his future.

I was a smart kid growing up. The first time I got the first position in school was in Primary 1. I was a well-known menace in my class of 20-30 students, and my name was always on the noisemakers’ list. But even with all those distractions, I still got the first position. That was when my intelligence first dawned on me, and I became cocky.

After that, I regularly got the first position, and I took it for granted that I’d always come first. I expected it, and my parents expected it, too. The only subject I wasn’t great in was Mathematics, much to my mum’s dismay. She’s a teacher and was particular about my performance in maths.

I came first all through primary school, but my maths skills didn’t improve until Primary 5. I figured it’d make my mum happy, so I paid more attention to the subject. I studied more, and fortunately, a cousin came to stay with us around that time. He was good at maths, and he tutored me and helped with my assignments. He played a vital role in my improvement.

My first position streak ended in primary school. I attended a federal government college, and there was more competition. My first result placed me second out of about 70 students, and I thought I’d failed. I remember sulking about it when another classmate found me. He asked why I was frowning, and I said, “Because I don’t like my result.” The guy just started laughing. His own position was 20-something. What did I expect him to do if I came second and still felt bad about it? Still, I resolved to land the first position, so I studied more than ever. I read into the night with candles — literally burned the midnight candle, but it never happened all through secondary school. I always came between the second and fourth. There was always someone better.

However, mathematics gave me a chance to shine. I got even better at it in secondary school. In JSS 3, I became one of the two students selected from my school to compete in Cowbell’s Secondary School Mathematics Competition (Junior category) in 2007/2008. The competition is televised now, but it was a written examination then. It had two levels—the state and national levels. At the state level, schools sent at least two students to participate. The student who scored highest at the state level got to represent their state at the national level.

It took almost a month of preparation and tests before my school selected me. The school administration first selected students with good maths results, gave us extra maths teachers and put us through extra lessons. Students were dropped after each test until they got the top two — me and one other student. I eventually came second overall at the state level. Unfortunately, I couldn’t represent my state nationally, but I got a ₦15k cash prize and a certificate.

That same year, I participated in a maths olympiad organised by the National Mathematical Centre. The olympiad was even more intense than Cowbell’s competition because the questions were more advanced than my JSS 3 level, and a negative marking system removed marks for failing an answer. I also came second overall at the state level and got a certificate. In 2011, I wrote WAEC and had one of the best results in my school. I was in the top 10 out of 300+ students, with seven Bs and two Cs. All was set for me to pursue my dreams of studying medicine and becoming a doctor.

My medicine dream started at age 7 when I read “Gifted Hands” by Ben Carson. I wouldn’t say I had a passion for it. I just bought the Ben Carson dream and looked forward to also becoming a doctor. I wrote JAMB first in 2011. I passed but didn’t get medicine, so I tried again in the second year. I still didn’t get medicine, but I decided to apply for a supplementary admission into microbiology so I wouldn’t just stay home.

I still didn’t give up on my dream, though. I wrote JAMB again in 2013 while in my first year of microbiology and finally got medicine. It was at the same university, so I just switched departments. I started medical school without any expectations. I[b] just knew I had to be serious because everyone kept saying that anyone who failed a course in the first year would be instantly withdrawn. I studied hard as usual and passed all my courses — 17 altogether.[/b]

In year two, we started learning medical courses: anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, and community health. Just four courses, but each had about three to four sub-courses.  I enjoyed anatomy, particularly gross anatomy, but I struggled with physiology and biochemistry. The latter was worse; I just couldn’t grasp the subject. 

The thing with studying medicine is that discipline will always beat intelligence. There was A lot to study, and you needed discipline to sit down and read. I understood this, and I tried. I’d study for hours, go to night class until 5:30 a.m., rest for an hour and then start preparing for an 8 a.m. class. My whole life was a reading cycle. If I wasn’t in class or reading, I was at fellowship.

I first noticed I was struggling in the second semester of year two. I was studying a lot but still wasn’t meeting the workload. I consulted friends and colleagues, and they helped me study. I managed to pass that year.

The problem started in year three. This was in 2016. Medical students take their first professional MBBS exam in the third year, and all our results from the first year up to then are averaged as part of our continuous assessment (CA) and scored over 40. The professional exam was to be scored over 60 and combined with the CA to make 100 marks. The pass mark was 50.

There was no particular pass mark for the CA, but it’s advised that you score at least 20 on your CA so you can work towards scoring 30 or more in the exam and increase your chances of passing. My CA for anatomy was 20, but it was between 14 and 15 for physiology and biochemistry. I tried my best in the exam, but I ended up failing those two subjects. The professional MBBS exams allow students to attempt to pass thrice before being asked to leave medical school. Four months later, I made my second attempt and passed physiology. But I still failed biochemistry. That meant I had to repeat year three and resit all the exams, even those I already passed. 

My third and final attempt was in 2018. I failed all three courses. I still remember the day I saw the result—14 June 2018. My school posts the results on a noticeboard with a one-word remark beside each name: pass, resit, repeat, or withdraw.  I’d checked the noticeboard the night before, but it wasn’t there. Another classmate checked early the following day and saw it was up. So, they snapped the results and sent them to our class WhatsApp group. The remark beside my name was “withdraw”. 

It was tragic. The first person I told was my younger sister because we lived together in school. We both cried so much. Then, I informed my fellowship pastor. We were supposed to go somewhere together that day, so I texted him to share the news. I didn’t know how to tell my parents. I decided to tell my uncle to help me inform my parents, but he worked offshore and wasn’t in town. I travelled home and stayed with my parents for almost a month but couldn’t say a word. It was eating me up, but I didn’t let them suspect a thing. I didn’t know how to tell them the last five years had gone down the drain.

I kept hoping that my uncle would come to our town so he’d help me. When I couldn’t bottle it any longer, I told my dad and begged him to help inform my mum. She was understandably upset. It was terrible. She lashed out, and her health even declined. All those years of school fees, pocket money and anticipation had just gone like that. She’d even started making plans for my induction. It was obvious I’d shattered her hopes.

My dad took it better. He didn’t say anything in anger and did his best to reassure me of his confidence in my academic skills. But I still felt terrible. Everything I’d ever imagined I wanted to be in life was connected to medicine, and I didn’t see any reason to live after losing that opportunity.  It was a period of severe depression for me. I lost hope and even attempted suicide twice. I’m just grateful that God raised people to help and pray for me. Some didn’t even know why they were praying for me, but those prayers kept me alive.

When I returned to school, I started looking for other departments to join. The school administration had given me a withdrawal letter, which I could take to other departments. If they accepted me, the school would just process my transfer. I first went to the faculty of pharmacy — I was still hoping for a big-name course — but the dean outrightly refused. I had to return to the microbiology I’d previously run away from. They accepted, and I started 200 level in the 2018/2019 session.

Even though I didn’t make it, I don’t regret the five years I spent studying medicine and surgery. The discipline and training I got in medical school helped me in microbiology. Studying was easier, and I did much better. I even had time to become active in my campus fellowship. I took my final exams in 2022 and officially graduated in 2024 with a 4.34 CGPA — the gap was due to internal delays in processing students for clearance.

It took me 12 years to earn a degree, but I like to see my experience as a preparation for life. I didn’t make it as a doctor, but I learned lessons I’ll never forget. It was the first time I’d ever failed anything in my life. I literally went from winning awards in school to struggling to pass. Thankfully, I didn’t drown.

My fellowship pastor told me something after I shared the news of failing medical school, and I still remember it. He said, “Okay. This thing has happened now. What will it make of you? Will it make a chicken or a beast out of you?”. I responded and said it’d make a beast out of me.

That question he asked stuck with me over the years. Through the months of depression and through other challenges, I kept telling myself I’d come out as a beast. I’m glad I’ve moved on. I’m not afraid of my future. I can look at tomorrow with hope and faith. The Bible says, “The path of the just is like a shining light which shines brighter and brighter unto a perfect day,” and I stand by that. I’ll never have any doubts about my tomorrow again.

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The world isn't interested in the storms you encountered, but whether or not you brought in the ship. - Raul Armesto

What an incredible twist and turns life sometimes throws @ humanity. Studying medicine has really humbled a lot of people especially brilliant folks. I know one girls that almost took her own life. However, everyone has his God-ordained destiny.

Many hearty congratulations for sharing your experiences man. It is really traumatising but you made the best lemonade from the lemon life threw @ you. More heights to attain sir. Cheers!

Even though I didn’t make it, I don’t regret the five years I spent studying medicine and surgery. The discipline and training I got in medical school helped me in microbiology. Studying was easier, and I did much better. I even had time to become active in my campus fellowship.

Through the months of depression and through other challenges, I’m glad I’ve moved on. I’m not afraid of my future. I can look at tomorrow with hope and faith.

This is the spirit and mindset man. Great you came out stronger and exceptional again after all the academic adventures. Some training in the crucible of life are just stepping stones to greater glory.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WryjJGilXpM?si=fKks9mXzWO9FppE_

"DON'T GIVE UP" - Panam Percy Paul

Its not time to give up now. But its time to stand

Solo 1:
You have been so strong, You cannot be wrong
Cos in the past, you have overcome
On your face, there is a light, that shows you are a winner
You are a gem in this life; your glory will soon unfold
You cannot afford to faint in the face of many trials
It is time to stand and overcome again

Chorus :
Don’ t give up , Its not over
When you give up , Then its over
Hold -on to the Lord , and Trouble not your heart
Even when you fail, It ’s not over

Don’ t give up , Its not over
When you give up , Then its over
Hold -on to the Lord , and Trouble not your heart
Even when you fail, It ’s not over

Solo 2:
There is no obstacle , that you cannot overcome
You are strong and able to stand
Even though there be fire , it will make you pure as gold
Even though there be rivers , I know you can build a bridge
You cannot afford to faint in the face of these trials
It is time to stand and overcome again (2x)

Bridge:
Its time for you to stand, Its not over
This is the time for you to stand , It ’ s not over (x 2 )
Don’ t give up !!

I almost shed tears for this piece...as your ordeal sort of mirrors mine. I'm glad that you survived it. If you had but applied to study Maths, who knows! God also showed me mercy as I graduated with a First Class in the end and currently abroad. God will continue to see you through (Amen).

I wrote jamb 8 times because I insisted I must study medicine. My lowest score was 238. Im all these attempts I beat the cut off mark of all the institutions I applied in. Even when Unijos had a cutoff of 265 for MBBS I scored 288 that year. But still I never got admission in any of the schools I applied for. The Nigerian factor was frustrating. Ethnic and tribal politics played a part.

As much as I had that dream, I had to move on. But sometimes I wonder if I'd not have been a brilliant doctor. Nigeria wastes potentials. But one way or another, we must keep pushing.

Interesting story... But the ultimate goal is to make money not to graduate with first class.. These days those that didn't even write jamb are among the richest

Racoon:
"I Failed Out of Medical School After 5 Years, but I Don’t Regret It. I’ve moved on." - Iniobong Geoffrey.

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Mmm... It's somehow, but good you're strong to move on

Good luck!

Racoon:
"I Failed Out of Medical School After 5 Years, but I Don’t Regret It. I’ve moved on." - Iniobong Geoffrey.

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That's the Spirit.
I wanted to become a Musician but I finished as an Agric Engineer, lectured in Higher institutions for 9years and came abroad did "ASSISTANT TEACHER & moved on to now doing another thing but LIVING like a
MUSICIAN.. I Rugged for Looks

Starting Microbiology in 200L at the same school?

If na me, shame, pride and ego won't let me continue my studies in that school.

I'm happy you picked yourself up and thank God your Dad supported you. I wish you success in your next phase of life.

Jonie Walker walked, so keep walking against all odds!

You shouldn't have failed it the third time.

Your brain was not there at all

My challenge was getting admission into the college, but I keep pushing.
I was in 300lv in biochemistry at the same school when admission into the faculty of medicine and surgery came through for me and a started all over again

Wonderful

Congrats mr failure of a particular aspect

Wow !

:PWonderful!!!
Do you even know how many times we tried to get admission to study this course
Mehn

I know how it feels, but I want to remind you that setbacks don't define us. I know someone who tried more than four times before they finally achieved their dream of becoming a doctor. It's tough, but persistence is often the key to success. Talent and potentials and sometimes the path to success isn't straight – it’s about pushing through the tough moments.

Quitting shouldn't have been the answer, and I truly believe you can get back on track. It’s all part of the journey, and with hard work and determination, you’ll get there. Don't let this stop you from chasing your dream – you're capable of more than you know.

Whoa

If you had the means and had travelled abroad, you would have passed effortlessly.

The Nigerian educational system is just too stressful. Making you take courses you will never ever need.

You will never have failed if you had studied abroad

Tell a Fish to walk on land or tell it to swim in water ..We all know where he will do well effortlessly .

you are a fighter. Alot of guys will give up and start a new hussle.

life is all about determination.

Anyway, Agriculture is life

Congratulations. Some courses have a way of humbling people.

I'm proud of you ser. More wins

He's still won at the end having a supportive family is the best gift that any person on earth can have.

The guy read gifted hands by Ben Carson at age 7.


Make una calm down dey lie.

Always certify your self let no school put you down

Many of you just desire to study a particular course, not minding if you have mental capacity to study it successfully.

Bro, live goes on as you opined, and to make it, it doesn't revolve around a particular job.

In

The system is corrupt

Exam is not the best test for knowledge